When the Bottom of Your Heart Falls out

When disappointments in the day are so strong that you are tempted to despair, don’t lose heart!  The bottom of our heart might have just fallen out, but that doesn’t mean that we scrap the whole day.  Much can still be salvaged—but only if we do our best to stay focused, do what we can with what we have and with where we are, make amends, stay strong, accept the uncontrollable, control what we can (including our attitude, our choice of direction, how we deal with the feelings that arise, and how we treat other people including our children).  We must let love lead the way on this—so that because we love our children, we treat them kindly and with patience even when they are doing the exact opposite of what we hoped they would do (like sleep through the morning so we can get work done, cooperate with us so that we can bake that birthday cake and put up decorations, or let us put them down so we can make progress on our things—especially when it really counts!).  Because our children are children, it’s not their fault when things don’t go our way.  They are simply children, and this is how it is to live with children.  So what are we going to do when it seems like nothing is happening the way we would prefer it to?  We are going to try to maintain perspective and we are going to remember that this period of life won’t last forever.  There are better days ahead when life won’t feel so stop-and-start, push-and-pull.  A better time is coming when time will once again work in our favor.  But you know what?  Having children around is always a gift and a privilege, even if the experience requires that we alter how we approach our day, respond to our day, or function within our day.  What we will do is try our best to get through this present discomfort as gracefully as we can (a most polite way to put it) because once we’re through it, then we’re through it.  Our children do not stay young forever, and there might very well come a time when we will long for these younger years—filled with angst though they be—to be ours again.

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